Thinking of Things

I lay without sleep, thinking of things.
A parade of storms marched by.

Lightening opened doors in black sky.
I saw visions of you, brief, vivid and clear.

Thunder rattled the walls and shook my heart.
I was lonely, I wanted you near.

Wind chorused a shrill song, its melody repeated.
I wished for your breath to mingle with mine.

Drum-rolls of rain echoed rhythms on the roof.
I longed for the feel of your fresh washed hair.

Smells of drenched earth wafted through open windows.
I yearned to disrobe you of the lace you wear.

I lay awake through last night, thinking of you.
A parade of storms marched by.